Best Warwords Poems
When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care
With words of love chiselled there
No words of sorrow were spoken in pain
Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain
No volley of rifles to the sky
No last post lullaby
So when you ask
Were does he lay
This fallen soldier
Of yesterday
I tell you true
And
With pride
I lay with others
Side by side
In every corner
Of
A foreign land
You will find us there
Brother’s band
In this I tale to all my tale
of the life that I’ve been through
And if I write this tale of life
Then the tale I write be true
And if found false beyond reasonable dought
may all my name be cursed
For I tell this tale with all my word
and what left my word be worth
In truth I write in sincerest hopes
that of it you may read
Though I pray you hold no sorrow dew
for no sorrow is due to me
The time has past that alas
my heart be lost at sea
For the tide at last has freed me of my past
my selfishness and greed
And all it left is a broken glass
that reflects my sorrow and grief
As the fall does turn the trees to bare
upon the fall of the final leaf
A vacant field of smoldering ash
from the casualties former flame
Is all that’s left to gaze upon
upon the battle plane
And as I lift my eyes to gaze
and reflect on the lands fall
The coldest grievance echoes through my head
saying I could’ve stopped it all
The distant words of an old ***** spiritual
begin to recite inside of me
Oh what peace we often forfeit
oh what needless things we meet
And should be should scapegoat
on what alter may our faults bare
For all this do for we do not take
everything to god in prayer
Though always I hold these words in my heart
and of them I do believe
My faith bareith not enough to trust
for my faith be incomplete
Though complete enough to sustain in you that I do believe
that you know the level of my faith therefore you won’t deliver me
And in this I bare my deepest woe
for in you my last hope lies
For the angels that were all once hear to stay
have to all my grievance died
And name the murderer who sins
name the committer of these deeds
And in that name my heart doth break
for the murderer is me
So now as I stare at the dead war grounds
of what use to be my home
I hum the tune of the beast Jawloon
for it be my SADDEST SONG
Disassembled parts lay scattered,
Desolation after destruction,
Determined to destroy the battered.
Dabbled in days of discussion.
The words screamed could never replace words unsaid,
Even if whispered in pain,
Deadly verbal daggers thrown that could damn the dead .
Always whispered in vain.
My soul mixes with the air to cause cancered hearts,
I'm not of this world,
My being fixes to assemble scattered parts.
I didn't mean to hit eject and be hurled.
A dangerous landing erased careful planning,
But alive i am,
Tedious demanding encased understanding.
But scattered i stay in dunes of sand.
How could he!?
How could he betray me and the kingdom like this!?
How could everything he taught me be a lie!?
And so it has come to this.
I had hoped the rumors of treason were false,
But, alas, they were true.
Very well, I will stand in his way.
My duty is to protect this kingdom,
And that is what I will do.
He mutters a few words
And an attack flashes my way.
I mutter my own and repel it.
This could go on forever.
Even though I am younger by over a hundred years,
I am just as strong as he.
He always told me I was gifted,
Told me that I was blessed with untold power.
Well, now is the time to find out.
Even above our magic and mutterings I hear the battle outside.
I don’t have much time.
The longer he’s alive, the more the kingdom is destroyed.
There is only one way I know to destroy him.
But am I strong enough?
Am I strong enough to hold the spell?
I’m not afraid of death.
I’m only afraid of dying
If I don’t take him with me.
The time has come.
It is now or never.
God, help me succeed.
“Actus eritos inspiritus!”
As soon as the words leave my mouth,
I feel the power loosed.
I did not know I had so much.
Yellow flames burst from my hands.
He knows what I have done
And now tries to stop it.
Yet I am too powerful.
I have become what he has told me I was.
My potential is revealed.
The magic engulfs him
And he releases a scream.
The sound tears in to my soul.
I feel myself growing weak.
The yellow magic surrounding him has turned white,
And I can no longer see him.
All of a sudden,
My power is gone.
I can’t even stand.
I fall to my knees.
As blackness falls over me,
I see the light dissipate and die.
I do not know if I was successful.
I do not know when or if I will awake.
All I can do is hope.
the NRA's creed goes like
this "guns don't kill people,
people do", true enough but
you forgot the word intent
in your analysis as you sanctify
the second amendment right
to bear arms
i know a man who says words
don't hurt people, their reactions
do, true enough though i know
enough
to know a man's intent to
hurt and that makes all the
difference in the world
you can feel it like a black cloud
gathering to take your breath away
and you walk by innocently
enough
and get shot down
one way or another
there is blood on the sidewalk and blood
oozing from the heart that didn't have a
choice to walk on by without your
interruption
ringing in my eyes, your words are
your bullets finding their fast and
furious mark
i am unarmed
and spent,
my life
was in your hands,
and i don't even know
why
no words are ever stopped
with bullets of intent, precision
marksman that you are, the world
is at war with words that say
I am! and you have no rights
of existence
it's Sunday morning and the
clouds are a white flag in the
surrendering sky
all things must pass.
I’m forever underestimated,
People don’t know whose path they just crossed,
Never will my pride be desecrated,
I’ll be this battles end; I’ll never be a lost
So what I stand short, but my words stand tall,
Try in bringing them down you won’t succeed,
Forever they stand strong my words shall not fall,
In the end you’ll be on your knees with plead
I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done,
My past is at rest long with my vengeance,
But don’t hold your tongue, and release my fun,
You’ll find I’m nothing but belligerence
I’m the furthest thing from frightened
I’ll keep waiting my soul soon enlightened.
In barren deserts flowers never bloom,
and distant mountains greet another death;
an angel's face devoured by war's ghastly breath,
a waif abandoned to the dust and doom.
No life to live in this predestined hell
where words refuse to meet action's made;
as morality hides inside the shade
in silence tolls another lonely bell.
The pious utterances mean nothing,
they're empty words without reason to be,
and only blind ignorance cannot see
there is no joyful praises left to sing.
No hope in this, a world of hatred's fears
what hollow words replace a mother's tears?